Fiona yelps, from the
shock of being struck as much as the pain and being knocked over.
The two women tower over her, one of them wielding the poker from the
fire.
“Get away from me,”
she screams, “Get away from me now!”
“You don't speak ill
of the prince,” one of them says murderously, “Not in this house.
You'll have to be punished now.”
She raises her arm to
strike Fiona again. Fiona herself screams “No” with all she has.
As she does, she feels an energy rushing out of her, from where she
doesn't know. The two women teeter in its force, staggering
backwards as if pushed by an invisible hand. This only makes them
angrier, instantly charging back toward her.
“You're really going
to get it now, girlie,” the nearer one threatens.
